My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 07

My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 07

Pierce drove straight to the airport.

My phone was still off.

No answer. No signal.

The panic in his chest grew heavier with every mile.

He ran through the terminal, pushing past strangers, searching every face.

But the airport was vast. Crowded.

Full of strangers.

None of them were me.

“Have you seen a girl? Thin. About this tall. Her name is Linnea.”

He pulled up the few photos he had of them together.

Grabbed random travelers. Asked the same question over and over.

Staff. Strangers.

No one knew her face.

Everyone shook their heads. Blank looks.

“What flights left in the last half hour?” He slammed his hands on the counter.

The staff member checked quickly, voice flat and professional.

“Sir, seven flights departed in the last thirty minutes.”

“Destinations include Switzerland, Tokyo, New Zealand, France-”

The rest blurred into noise.

Cities. Distances.

He had no idea which one held me.

He was too late.

Then he remembered.

The call. Boss.

Pierce stumbled out of the airport and drove straight to my company.

The building was just opening for the day.

He burst into the manager’s office.

“I’m Linnea’s fiancé. Where did you send her?”

The manager looked up-calm, detached, unmoved.

“Sorry. Employee privacy. I can’t disclose that to anyone but her.”

“I’m her family!” Pierce’s voice cracked.

The manager’s answer was quiet-and devastating.

“Linnea has worked here for years.”

“She’s always been dedicated. But she’s never mentioned a partner.”

“Sir, you can’t prove you’re anyone to her.”

He froze.

Ten years.

He’d never once acknowledged me in public.

He gave Saskia fireworks. Grand gestures. Open affection.

He never gave me even a fraction of that security.

Regret crashed over him-so heavy he could barely stand.

He didn’t remember leaving the office.

Didn’t remember the walk home.

When he pushed the door open, the apartment was cold. Empty.

No warm light. No girl with the shy smile.

Everything was hollow.

His eyes landed on the red-checkered plate at the center of the table.

An apple sat in the middle-wrinkled, rotting.

He’d once said he preferred apples.

And then he’d thrown them away.

He thought of every birthday he’d half-heartedly celebrated with me.

Every time I smiled and said thank you.

Every time he chose Saskia, and I waved it off-said it didn’t matter.

His chest ached with a pain he’d never known.

Pierce dropped to his knees.

The empty room echoed with his sobs-

loud, raw, and unanswered.